Brian furrowed his brow when Matt threw his golf clubs in the back of the Suburban. Well there goes half of my time with him, he thought. Glaring at his stupidly perfect back, he just climbed in the passenger seat. When large fingers threaded through his, the guitarist tried to hide the cute blush that flooded his high cheekbones as he kept his eyes out the window. But Matt caught the slight smile on his lover’s face and grinned to himself, pulling out of the driveway of what was now their house.

The boys immediately made fun of how Gates now permanently had “earned” shotgun. A couple of hours later, they were pulling up to their huge “cabin” at Big Bear and piling out to their separate rooms. All pulling on sweatshirts because of how much cooler it was in the mountains, they gathered in the living area.

“You guys have to hear one of the songs I wrote!” Jimmy got out a cassette tape as the others giggled and put it in the stereo system.

Only several moments in, the boys all looked frantically back and forth at one another.
Zacky stared up at the lanky drummer, “Dude. This is fucking amazing. You did all this yourself?”
“Jimmy...you...wow. Obviously we all know your talents fairly well, but….jeezus…”

The Rev jumped around the room, patting them all on the head like they were playing duck duck goose, “Yay! I’m so happy! Shadz--” Jimmy turned to ask Matt when he’d have time to write the lyrics, but found an empty spot, followed by a slammed bedroom door.

“Alright!!!” They all fist pumped in unison.

****

When Matt emerged many hours later, he found a living area littered with pizza, a porno DVD case open that he really didn’t want to know about, and no friends. Hearing them outside, he sauntered outside to find his best buddies playing beer pong.

He couldn't help but smile when his clearly plastered boyfriend spun around, wide grin on his face.
“Hey, Shadz!” The long haired beauty turned and winked, “Watch this!” He turned back around and sunk one in a beer across the table--pointing and laughing at a grumbling Christ, who downed one next.
Matt caught the lead guitarist as he stumbled backwards, “You always were an ace at beer pong, babe.” Shadz looked around, “Guys, it’s fucking snowing out here.”

“So? We’re fucking plowed, so we don’t give a shit!” Zacky took aim from next to him and missed by a mile. Matt righted his lover and grabbed the beer out of his rhythm guitarist’s hands, throwing it back in only a few seconds.

They finished the game, Brian clutching at Matt’s chest from behind him--partly so he could stand, partly because he was fucking horny.

When the game was over, Matt threw Brian over a shoulder as the guitarist giggled, and said goodnight to the rest of the boys.

******

Brian snuggled up against broad shoulders, humming happily but realizing it was way too cold in the room.
“Shadz, I’m cold…” He mumbled.

In a flash, sparkling green eyes narrowed playfully down over him as he blushed and was pushed onto his back, “Matty, I--”
“Matty I what, Bri?” The singer chuckled and pressed himself up against Brian’s still-slick-from-the-night-before hole.
“Want you--”
“I’m here, baby…” Shadz pushed a little harder, giving the other plenty of time to stop him, until he slid in.
“Matt!!” Brian whined high when filled so completely so suddenly, “I--I, oh god--”

Shadz green gaze narrowed further, full of mirth as he wrapped thick fingers around Syn’s leaking hard on and not two strokes in had a moaning, crying, coming lead guitarist in his arms.
Matt fucked himself a few more moments into his own release and plopped on his chest next to Brian.

“Whadaya wanna do today, Brain?” Shadows laughed.
“Same thing we do every day?” Syn laughed fondly back, but then pointed outside, “Looks like you’re trapped in here with me today, baby.”

Matt looked over to the window to find snow drifts building and blowing, “I could think of worse things.” That wide grin popped his dimples and Brian barely smiled back.



*

“Morning, lovebirds!!” Jimmy winked at the happy couple that crept downstairs as he flipped pancakes, “Legendary peanut butter slapjacks comin’ up!”

Zacky and Christ groaned from the stools near the kitchen island, pointing the two towards the coffee pot. Syn laughed at the shorties as he poured two cups and handed one to Matt.
“I drank way more than you guys did, pussies.”

Vengeance raised a middle finger, green eyes firing at his twin lead, “Fuck you. We kept going. Two more games.”
“Oh damn.”

They ate up and decided to dive into working on the Rev’s song since they weren’t going anywhere. Matt threw a pad of lyrics down in front of everyone that he had worked on the previous night and they huddled around, dissecting them.

Come back again, it's almost easy
Now that I've lost you, it kills me to say
I've tried to hold on as you've slowly slipped away
I'm losing the fight, I've treated you so wrong
Now let me make it right

The more Brian heard the words, the more they stuck out to him, the more something didn’t sit right. At first he tried to tell himself it was nothing, but as the day wore on and they talked about them over and over, the more they got to him.

Zacky explained to Matt that even he got it, “Yeah, it’s like sometimes it’s too easy to forgive someone. You want to, but you know you shouldn't. Almost easy.”

By the time Shadows realized Bri wasn’t in the room anymore, it was half an hour later.

“Brian?” Matt walked up the stairs and into their bedroom. There the hunky guitarist was, leaned up against the windowsill staring out into the dreary, snowy day. His long, dark locks fell in his face gracefully, accenting his angelic facial features. When he walked towards him hesitantly, saddened brown eyes lifted to clueless hazel. Syn’s arms were crossed, accenting his biceps, his hip cocked as he leaned.



“Aren’t you...cold?” Matt soothed a hand over Brian’s arm, chillbumps already there.
His sad eyes fell, “I’m fine.”
Matt grew closer, feeling helpless and frustrated that he had no idea why his lover was sad, “You’re not fine, Bri. What’s going on?”

Gates dramatically stepped away from his boyfriend and back into the room, trying to find the right words. He didn’t want to start a fight, he really didn’t want to bring up the past, but he knew he had to. Matt finally crossed his arms, watching the other pace and try and find words.

“You--you haven’t forgiven me.” His mocha eyes raised and Matt inhaled before growling quietly.
“Brian…”
“I said I was sorry, Shadz! I’d do anything to take it back, Matt! I was drunk, what do I have to do!??” Gates was starting to crack and Shadows was horrified.

“Brian! They’re just words, honey!” The huge guy twirled the lead into his arms, soothing a hand over his long locks, “They have nothing to do with us, Bri…”
Normally almond eyes were wide with glistening tears, “C’mon, Matty...just think about it for a minute...you know that some part of you must’ve been thinking of that night…”
“You know I don’t care about that--”

“Bullshit you don’t!! You broke up with me!!” Syn pushed away, turning around and hugging himself, “Just get it out, Matt...whatever is bothering you, please tell me.”

Shadows was about to insist he was wrong, insist he was fine, when Brian turned around. His eyes were full of resolution and yearning so final it made Matthew stop for a moment and actually consider it.

“Brian...I...didn’t, I didn’t purposely write that….I mean, I guess maybe…” His mountains of shoulders slumped as he admitted to himself how painful it was to remember that day, “I...I exploded inside when I saw you with her, Bri…”

The guitarist stepped tentatively forward, wanting to hear what his boyfriend had to say.

“I worry every moment we’re together that you’ll change your mind, that you’ll suddenly realize you’re straight and leave me. That only confirmed my fears and rather than face it head on or fix it, I broke it off.”

Gates hesitantly walked into Matt’s embrace, his arms circling up around the thick neck only to have bulging arms wrap him close as the singer broke down into Syn’s neck. As much as the sobs broke Syn’s heart, he was happy that Matt could open up to him, to admit what was going on so they could move past it.

When Matt’s tears subsided, Brian thought he’d never seen a more beautiful look in his lover’s pleading golden-green gaze. It was so naked, begging the lead to handle him with care.

Long, tatted fingers swiped away big, embarrassed tears, “The truth is, Shadz, I’ll always be attracted to women, too. Nothing can change that. But as far as my one and only? That’s you, Matty. I may have shat on it that night, but that, nor anything else will ever change it. When it comes to the one person I actually want to stay with, be with, spend all my moments with, that will always be you, Matt. Whether you’ll have me or not.”

Big arms wrapped him tight as lips kissed into dark, long hair, “Of course I’ll have you, Bri,” Matt sniffed, “I’m sorry I didn’t see it before. I do forgive you, though. Please know that.” Brian blushed a little when strong lips caressed his cheek and he was pulled closer, “And I love you, BriBri.”

The lead grinned wide, insisting on a startlingly deep kiss that immediately led the couple into bed.

On the other side of the door, a tall drummer raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms down at his two other bandmates who sat eavesdropping.
Two sheepish smiles crossing the two guitarists faces, they waited to see what Jimmy would do.

After holding the dramatic pause, Jimmy scooted up next to the door with the others.
“What did I miss?!” The Rev hissed quietly.
“Brian thinks the lyrics Matt wrote are latent feelings he has about when Brian cheated on him,” Zacky whispered.
Blue eyes went wide, “They’re fighting?!” They never fought!

Johnny listened intently, “Uh, nope they’re not fighting anymore.”
The three scrambled up to get away from the door as quickly as possible.

****

“I could certainly get used to this…” Matt ran a hand down Brian’s taught body from where he was cuddled up behind him. They were currently watching the snow fall outside from their bed. Syn mumbled an agreement, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the movement of the thick hands over his skin. Gates shivered when a nose nudged behind his ear, “Snowed in with my favorite guitarist...how will we pass the time…”

The lead giggled lightly, “Thank fuck for the snow. I was worried I was going to lose you to the golf course as soon as we got here.”
Matt laughed deeply, “Someone jealous?” His large hand drifted from his hip up his chest and turned Brian’s chin so that their eyes met. The guitarist inhaled sharply when he saw the dominating look in those hazel eyes, “I think I need to remind you of your place, Brian.”

Syn’s whole body flushed as his dick perked back to life. His lashes fluttered when Matt shoved his excitement into his back. Brown eyes pleaded in response, “Matty, I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to be quiet. You know I how loud I get when….you’re like that.”

What they’d just finished doing would most definitely be considered making love. It had been comforting and hot, exactly what they both needed to move on. Brian had come so hard, and loved it, but had managed to not scream Matt’s name off the walls.

“Then be loud, baby. They all have headphones,” Shadows didn’t wait for an answer, but pushed his boyfriend firmly into the sheets on his stomach, mounting him roughly--his knees outside Syn’s shaking thighs. As Brian’s fingers clenched at his pillow and he started to moan, Matt grabbed a fistful of black hair as he thrust forward hard, for only a few strokes before retreating.

“Matty??” The smaller man whined into the pillow he still clutched as he heard Matt’s footsteps pad off.

The singer washed himself off in the bathroom quickly but thoroughly, returning with his dick in his hand. Brown eyes peeked over a shoulder at him, lustfully dragging down over a rippling, thick chest and perfect abs until they rested on the wide palm soothing up and down the hard shaft.
“Sit up, Synyster.”

The second he’d done so, firm hands went back into his hair, yanking him forward until Brian’s mouth was full of the cock he loved so much. Gates hung on for dear life as his mouth was fucked, moaning and reaching for his own need.

Shadows grunted away as he satisfied himself, “You have...no reason to ever be….jealous, Brian...I’ll always make...time for you, fuck you, make sure you’re satisfied in every way…” Soothing his hair away from his face so he’d look up, Matt continued to fill that amazing mouth over and over as brown eyes looked lovingly up at him. Shadows withheld the look back, wanting to give Brian the satisfaction of being adored, but not yet,

“Relax your throat, Brian.”

Syn almost froze. Wait, what? There’s no way, he told himself, he was just teasing. Matt was way too thick for--
His thoughts were cut short when he basically wasn’t given a choice. The hard cock pressed to the back of his tight throat as the lead’s eyes watered.

Matt leaned his head back, the feeling of even being close to doing it almost too much for him, “Syn, I said fucking relax.”

Long fingers pawed at muscular thighs, mocha eyes narrowed with indignation, and a exclamation of protest rumbled in Brian’s chest. But Matt kept pushing and finally, finally felt himself ease into Syn’s tight, tight throat.

“Fuck!”

Gates had formerly been absolutely terrified and miffed, but the second it happened--his huge hunk of a boyfriend lost all control and came unlike he’d ever seen before. Instead of going down a register like his voice usually did, it went up--shouting the curse word loudly, followed by moans that could have easily outdone his own, which was saying a lot.

Immediately noticing that it wasn’t so bad, and also how much Matt’s reaction turned him on, Brian suddenly realized just how final and obvious it was. He. was Shadows’ little cock slut.

Syn hungrily pulled in the little bit of the length that was left, moving just a little back and forth on the impressive girth.

“Brian!! Jesus! Fucking stop!” Matt whined. He never whined.



In a flash, the guitarist understood at least for that small moment, he had all the control. Milking him for every last drop, Gates eagerly continued until his lover was practically sobbing. Finally, his hair was yanked hard enough so that he pulled off.

Cupid bow lips going into a wide, satisfied, happy smile, he was glared at as he bit his lip sheepishly.
The beast standing over him with the slowly softening horse cock gasped deeply for breath as he could hardly stand. His chest burned and his eye sight was iffy.

“I guess I asked for that,” Matt snarled as his thick fingers tightened again and Brian squealed happily, still hard as a rock himself.

Shadows hadn’t originally planned on doing it, but after seeing Syn’s naughty reaction, he realized he kind of had to--at least if he ever wanted the upper hand back.

Chocolate, hooded eyes blew wide when he was knelt in front of and thoroughly swallowed. As Matt tried to ready himself while he bobbed and licked and sucked, Brian melted back into the bed--guitar fingers going into the short brown hair.
“Matty--” His body wriggled as the vocalist tried to keep him still. Brian spread his knees as Matt leaned further over him, wrapping his arms under his lover when thighs wound up resting on his shoulders.
Here goes nothing.

Just to further make his point, Matt circled two fingers over Syn’s well-fucked entrance. In two swift movements, Brian’s cock was pressed firmly against the back of Matt’s mouth until it gave--and two fingers slipped in, curving inside the lead.

“Aa--ahh!!" Synyster yelped high and loud, finishing down Matt’s tight throat as darkening toffee watched him closely. Jolting forward, Brian held onto his lover’s short hair, clinging for dear life as rope after rope was pulled out of him. High cries filled the room as suddenly he was being stroked by the tight throat--having no idea how an orgasm could possibly last this long. At some point the sensitivity took over once the last shivers were gone, replaced by convulsions when Matt still didn’t stop.



“Matty, please!!!” Syn yelled helplessly, trying to yank hard at the other’s hair, but having no strength to do so. Finally, finally, the huge guy popped off--cocky dimples falling everywhere as he stood up over his utterly wrecked boyfriend.

Once the mewling stopped and the tightening of his chest let up, Brian huffed, “I guess I asked for that.”

Matt’s dimples settled to only on one side as he threw the boneless one over a shoulder, “C’mon. We should shower some time today.”

******

Notes

Ghost doesn't read this story, but I'm thanking her anyway 'cause I totally ripped the idea of beer pong from her! Thanks! ; )

If you don't get the Animaniacs quote/reference, I feel bad for you. But it would totally be something one of them said, b/c that's our generation!

How bout that fight scene, huh? Awwwww *sniff sniff*

And then.....smutttttttt.
What else will Big Bear hold for them??